Track 7 of the album Last Ferry Across · 2024
Midnight Spin Cycle Prayer
“Midnight at the laundromat with one dryer turning and one lonely night. It is the prayer I say when nobody is listening.”
americana · laundromat folk · melancholy americana · 3:49
Lyrics
Midnight at the laundromat, humming lights One dryer turning, one lonely night I fold your shirt like a letter I can't send Smooth out the sleeves and I smooth out the end A man sleeps upright by the vending machine A baby's blanket going round, soft and clean Nobody talks but we all understand Some nights you wash it all by hand Spin it round, spin it slow Let the warm air carry what I don't know Somebody's praying in the sound of the drum That the morning comes, that the morning comes Spin it round, hush now, hush Fluorescent hum and a sleeping hush I'll fold my sorrow in neat little squares And leave it on the shelf with the rest of the prayers The clerk turns the sign to open all night Says there's coffee in back and a spare chair light I sit with the quiet and I sit with the rain And I fold the last of the missing again Spin it round, spin it slow Let the warm air carry what I don't know Somebody's praying in the sound of the drum That the morning comes, that the morning comes Spin it round, hush now, hush Fluorescent hum and a sleeping hush I'll fold my sorrow in neat little squares And leave it on the shelf with the rest of the prayers Warm and clean, warm and clean The softest thing I've felt in a while Pale light on the window, the first bird sings I gather my basket and I almost smile Spin it round, spin it slow Let the warm air carry what I don't know Somebody's praying in the sound of the drum That the morning comes, that the morning comes Spin it round, hush now, hush Fluorescent hum and a sleeping hush I'll fold my sorrow in neat little squares And leave it on the shelf with the rest of the prayers Hush now, hush The morning comes